I stopped reading when it became clear there was going to be a happy (sappy) ending. The two main characters were each boring, annoying, and drama-prone in their own special way, and I couldn't stand either one of them. They had absolutely nothing in common except their reciprocal disdain for the other's lifestyle. They whined their way through 9 months (and 15 nights) of excruciating long-distance relationship, until I was honestly hoping Ms. Donoghue would do them both (and me) a kindness and have them go their separate ways. Really. Everyone would be much happier, that way.
Beyond that, was there ever a time when people started every paragraph of an email with "re:"? Does a woman with an IQ that allows bipedalism ride on the back of a motorcycle with her long-enough-to-sit-on hair streaming out behind her? (Has she never heard of Isadora Duncan?) There were one or two other screaming bits of stupidity, but I've blocked them out, now, thank goodness.